Hi guys! I’ve read your comments about the book not moving fast enough. It will, very soon. I just want to pile up the plot and leave enough hints. Thank you for reading💕
Alora’s POV I don’t know why my mind chose to torment me with this memory. Out of all the pain, the betrayal, the nights I spent crying in silence, why did my subconscious drag me back to that one fleeting moment of softness? That brief, beautiful illusion where Rune almost, almost, made me believe he cared. It was right after I came back to him. Pregnant. He never mentioned the pregnancy, not once, as if the fact that I carried his child didn’t matter. And maybe that’s what cut the deepest, his silence. But there were these little things he did, these small, tender gestures that made me feel... something. Something that felt dangerously close to hope. That we might be more than just two people fucking. In the dream, it was a quiet night. I was lying on the bed in the room he’d assigned to me. The sheets were cool against my skin, and I was trying to distract myself from everything, his brooding silence, the weight of the child growing inside me, the uncertainty of it all. But
Rune’s POV The message had been lingering in my phone for hours, like a ticking bomb waiting to go off. At first, I didn’t think much of it. People offering help was nothing new, after all, I’m the Alpha. Many fools try to push themselves with me, offering their services or information. But this one… this one was different. This was about Alora. The text simply read: "I can help you get Alora back. The people around her have poisoned her mind against you. She deserves better. She deserves you." The tone of the message, the way it was worded, it didn’t feel like an empty promise. And something deep in my gut told me I had to know more. I texted back, keeping it simple again: "Who are you?" The reply came swiftly, almost as if they’d been waiting for me to bite: "Someone who loves her as much as you do. Maybe more." More? My jaw clenched. No one could love Alora more than me, but this stranger had my attention. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the message on the scree
Alora’s POVThe sound of metal clashing and voices shouting jolted me awake, sending my heart racing. I sat up in bed, disoriented for a second before realizing the commotion was coming from outside. The night had been calm when I went to bed, the air still and quiet, but now… something was wrong. Very wrong.My eyes flickered to Navaeh, peacefully asleep in her crib. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. Her soft breathing was the only thing grounding me at that moment. Whatever was happening outside, I needed to make sure she was safe first. I gently pulled her blankets tighter around her, kissed her forehead, and checked that the crib bars were secure. My daughter. My precious girl.Another loud noise echoed from below, and my body tensed. I had to see what was going on. Quickly, I grabbed a simple pair of jeans and a shirt, throwing them on in haste. There was no time for anything else. My mind raced as I quietly but swiftly moved down the stairs, the sounds growing lou
Rune’s POV The moon hung low in the sky as I sped through the forest, the trees blurring around me in my wolf form. Every muscle in my body ached from pushing myself too hard, but I didn’t care. I needed to get to her. Alora. My paws pounded against the earth, the cool air biting at my fur as I ran toward the witches' lair. They were the last obstacle standing between me and the one person I couldn’t let go of. The one person that’s made me feel all emotions. I hadn’t planned this well, I wasn’t fully prepared, hadn’t eaten in days, hadn’t rested, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Time was slipping away, and the thought of Alora being trapped here, her mind poisoned against me, drove me into a frenzy. I wasn’t going to let anyone else get involved. Not my Beta, not my Gamma. They’d only question my motives, and I didn’t need that. Cielle would think I was unhinged, losing control, but I wasn’t. I had to do this alone. The lair came into view, nestled deep within the woods, and I
Alora’s POVThe sound of Rune’s body hitting the ground sent a shiver through me. My chest tightened as I rushed forward, heart pounding as I saw him lying there, unconscious, but still alive. His breathing was ragged, each inhale labored as though he was fighting to stay conscious, to hold on to something just beyond his reach. My mind raced, and I could barely think straight. Rune?I stopped a few feet away, my breath catching as I took him in. Even like this —helpless, vulnerable— he still looked formidable. His broad, muscular chest rose and fell with each agonizing breath, his skin slick with sweat from the fight. His hair, usually perfectly in place, was now tousled, falling into his eyes. He looked different, weaker somehow, yet that aura of dominance still clung to him, even as he fought to stay awake. Such a powerful man on the floor. Eirlys and Morrigan stood over him, their expressions cold and calculating, magic still crackling in the air around them. I had seen them wi
Rune’s POV I awoke to the cold, hard floor beneath me. The air was damp, thick with the smell of mildew, and a deep, unsettling silence hung in the room. My wrists felt heavy, and as I stirred, the clanking of chains echoed in the darkness. I blinked against the dim light, groaning as I tried to move. My wrists and ankles were bound, chained to the wall with heavy, enchanted shackles. I pulled against them instinctively, the cool metal biting into my skin, and that’s when it hit me… I was in the dungeon!!How dare they?!They actually put me here. The witches. Eirlys and Morrigan. I knew they were going to do something, but I didn’t think they’d be so bold as to use their magic against me, the Alpha. The fucking Alpha. The chains were glowing faintly, and I could feel the magic humming through them, pulsing against my skin, keeping me trapped. The humiliation of it made my blood boil. I wasn’t just some rogue or common threat. I was Rune, Alpha of the most powerful pack, and yet
Rune’s POV Hazel lingered in the room, her eyes flickering with something that unsettled me. It wasn’t the usual coldness or disdain she wore when facing me; this time, there was sadness there, a weight I wasn’t used to seeing in her. “Rune,” she whispered, her voice wavering slightly. “I always liked you, you know?” I frowned, confused by her words. Liked me? Hazel had always been cold, distant, sometimes even harsh. There was no warmth between us. She had always made her disdain for me clear, especially when it came to my obsession with Alora. But now, as she stepped even closer, I saw something different in her eyes. Sadness, regret, maybe even longing. Her hands trembled as she reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against my bare chest. I stiffened at the touch, not expecting it. “Hazel,” I warned, my voice low, though I didn’t pull away. She shook her head, her lips pressing into a tight line. “You never noticed, did you?” she murmured, almost to herself. “You
Alora’s POV That night, sleep evaded me. Rune was down in the dungeon, shackled, powerless in ways I had never seen him before. The Rune I knew had always been invincible, larger than life, but now he was caged like an animal. A part of me felt satisfaction, but it was small, too small to drown out the restlessness gnawing at my chest. Just as I was spiraling deeper into my own head, a small, familiar sound broke through the haze. I heard Navaeh stirring. "Shit," I whispered under my breath, pushing myself up on my elbows. She had been asleep for hours now, but I knew what that meant, she was probably hungry and in need of a diaper change. As much as my mind was trapped in thoughts of Rune, my body moved automatically, falling into the role I’d come to cherish more than anything in this world.Being Navaeh’s mother was the best thing that had ever happened to me, something pure and beautiful amid the darkness that surrounded everything else. I reached over to the bassin